Chapter 11: Fear

Stan and Kyle were sitting in the classroom. Stan sighed. "School's so boring." He took his chalk and started drawing some stickmen on his desk. Kyle wasn't very concentrated on the lesson, either. All he could think of at the moment was Cartman's threat. And the fat boy's evil grin didn't make it a lot better.

"Okay, children," Mr Garrison announced. "Next week we're gonna have a field trip to Linz. We can spend the night at my friend's farm, in the hay barn. Most of the kids were looking forward to it already, but Kyle was afraid that Cartman could take the chance to kill him there.

The next lesson was Physical Education. While they were playing dodgeball, Cartman came over to Kyle and said, "Come along." Kyle hesitated. What was he planning to do to him? The fat boy took his hand and dragged him into the gym's staff room.

"You know we mustn't be in here," Kyle whispered. "Never mind," Cartman answered. "If Garrison finds us, I'll just say it was your idea."

Kyle gave him an angry look. "Anyway, thanks for saving my life yesterday," he said after some time. "Why did you do it?"

"Like I told you, Jew boy, I am gonna kill you, and that means they mustn't find you. Okay, they probably wouldn't kill you right away, but I'm pretty sure you'd die in the camp."

"What camp?" Kyle was shocked.

"Concentration camps. Never heard of them?" Cartman knew that maybe he shouldn't have told him, but for some reason, he'd done it anyway.

Kyle shook his head in response. Was that where his parents were? A concentration camp? "Is this where they take all the people the SA arrest?" he asked. Cartman nodded.

"So they don't kill them immediately? That means my family could still be alive?" Kyle regained a little bit of hope.

The other boy shrugged. "Your parents are, maybe."

"And my brother?"

"Hmm, don't think so. As long as he's under thirteen, he's killed right after arrival," Cartman told him.

Kyle sat down on the teachers' desk and started crying.

"Shut up!" the other boy said. "Do you want Garrison to find us?"

Kyle continued crying, louder and louder.

"Now shut up, or –," Cartman wanted to threaten him.

"Or what? Kill me? Then do it, just fucking do it!" Kyle shouted.

Cartman was surprised to get this kind of reaction. "I won't do it now. I better do it on the field trip. It's not so suspicious, then, because we could have unfortunately lost you somewhere," he said, smirking. "You can continue crying. A little lower, though. If it's so much fun for you to do so."

"FUN?!" Kyle was furious. "Is it fun when you get to know your brother's dead, and your parents will probably also die soon?! Does that sound like fun to you?! You know what, in fact you're only a bunch of fucking sadistic murderers! Don't you get it? You're killing people just because they're different from you, and, in your opinion, not as good as you? In fact, you Nazis are the worst people who've ever lived, you don't have the right to call other people bad, and stuff. What do you –" Kyle was interrupted by Mr Garrison, who entered the room.

"Cartman, Broflovski? Is there a problem?" he asked.

"No," Kyle shouted. "It's just, Cartman is such a racist and sadistic motherfucker!" He ran out of the room, and sat in a corner of the gym. Stan came over to him immediately. He was concerned about his best friend. "Is everything okay? Can I help you somehow?" he asked. Kyle shook his head.

Meanwhile, Mr Garrison talked to Cartman in the staff room. "What have you done to Broflovski?" he wanted to know.

"Nothing, sir," Cartman lied. "Kyle just freaked out for no reason, and told me to come here to this room to talk."

"Why did he call you a sadist, then? Did you hurt him?"

"No, I swear. In fact, he threatened to kill me. That fag called me that for no reason." Cartman told him.

"Alright, go and play dodgeball again with the others. And send Broflovski to me, please, I'll have a talk with him, too," the teacher said.

Kyle entered the staff room again. He wiped the tears off his face. "Broflovski, what was the problem? Did Cartman hurt you?" Mr Garrison asked, in a soothing voice.

"No, he didn't. Everything's okay. I just exaggerated a little. I'm sorry," Kyle answered.

"Are you lying to me? You surely had to have some reason to call him a sadist," the teacher pointed out.

"It was just, I dunno, I was in a bad mood."

"For no reason?" Mr Garrison was surprised.

"Yeah, I think so. I'll apologize to Cartman," Kyle said.

"Broflovski, I know this isn't the truth, but if you wanna talk sometime, just come to me after school, okay?"

"Thanks, sir." With these words Kyle left the room again.

Next Monday, Mr Garrison's class finally went on the field trip everyone except Kyle had been looking forward to. Cartman didn't like it anymore, either, after ten minutes, because they had to walk. He complained all the way to Linz.

Mr Garrison's friend lived in a big farm in the periphery of the city. When the class arrived there, it was already about seven p.m. Mr Garrison's friend, who looked kind of strange in his leather jacket and red shorts, that looked more like underwear, showed them the way to the hay barn. "Thank you, Mr Slave," the teacher said to the man, and smiled at him. Mr Slave told him to follow him into the house.

"That's discrimination!" Cartman complained. "We have to sleep in a faggy barn while Garrison can sleep in the house." "Fuck you!" Kyle shouted, and flipped the fat boy off. He was still angry at him for what he had said in the gym lesson. At least he didn't have to be scared anymore now, because of his plan to always stay with Stan. Cartman wouldn't dare to kill him in front of another person, would he? His plan was foiled by Mr Garrison, though, who told the pupils, "Mr Slave wants to take a bath, and maybe I'll do so, too," he grinned. "Could two of you go to the stream in the woods to get some water for us?" He was holding up four buckets. Because there were no volunteers to do it, he chose someone. Unfortunately those two were Cartman and Kyle. "Why don't you do it?" he said to them, handing them the buckets. Kyle wanted to get out of it, but Cartman immediately replied, "Yeah, we'd love to." So they went out into the dark woods together.

After a while of walking, Cartman said, "Do you think Garrison would mind if I returned without you?" He smirked.

"Yeah."

"Look what I've got for you," Cartman whispered, pulling a sharp knife out of his left sock. Kyle was shocked. He did have a fucking knife!

"So you were serious with that threat?"

Before Kyle could even attempt to run away, the fat boy had already grasped his hands, and pressed him against a tree with his weight. The red-haired boy could feel his pulse rise, and his breathing was getting a lot faster. "P-please don't kill me," he whispered.

"Hmm…"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything I said. Please, let me go!" he begged.

"Not so tough as you were pretending to be, huh?" Cartman smirked at him again.

"Please, let me go! I do everything you want, but, I beg you, please let me go!" Kyle pleaded.

A/N: This chapter fits very well right now, because I just got back from my class' field trip on Tuesday.

Btw, I'll be updating the story more often from now on, because summer vacation starts soon (Last day of school tomorrow, yay!).

Thanks for reading. Hope you still like it :)

And yes, there's gonna be some Kyman in it soon…